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388. Never Change

The petite woman had no fear in her eyes, and she actually protected her head with her arms and forced herself to fight the blow.

The flaming flames quickly faded away, the emperor narrowed his eyes and hummed without comment.

Unexpectedly!

At the moment when the flames exploded, colorful flowings blocked her, forming a protective film, which occasionally flashed with tiny lights, and the fierce high temperature was blocked by this layer of things.

But the small body was still standing on the spot, with short black hair floating, and only countless transparent tentacles that looked like hair were displayed from behind.

At that moment, the woman's body seemed to have become translucent, and even her muscles and bones could be vaguely seen, like some kind of deep-sea jellyfish.

At this moment, these thin tentacles were flying in the air, shining with bright silver white light, reflecting on the black close-fitting combat suit.

Her hands were holding an extremely long scimitar, and the arc-shaped blade flashed with green fluorescence. You could tell at a glance that this was not an ordinary person.

This strange appearance is unforgettable, she is like a goddess who falls into the mortal world.

"What are you? Could it be... an artificial life form?" The Faceless God of War spoke.

He thought that this attack could burn the opponent's flames and instantly turn into ashes, but he didn't expect that he would be blocked by the fluorescent tentacles.

"The emperor of the ancient iron city...huh, that's just that."

The petite body slowly took a step forward, opened its red lips lightly, and looked at him with contempt.

The girl's body was reflected in the emperor's pupils. The black and beautiful black hair danced in the wind, but the ends of the hair seemed to be covered with a faint scarlet color.

"Very good...it seems that your Obsidian Hunter Group has done a lot of homework for me!"

The mask of the faceless God of War shone coldly, and he raised his head proudly. Suddenly, his heart moved and he looked at this petite body with admiration.

To be precise, he was more interested in this woman's abilities.

The small body contains terrifying energy. These killers of the Obsidian Hunter Group are indeed a bit extraordinary. No wonder they can make the mutant legion fearless and break into their own territory.

Moreover, the mysterious old man floating in the sky behind her, although he did not take action, he obviously had a stronger person.

"Do you think you are very powerful? In my eyes, you are just a fool. Faceless God of War... Haha, or should I call you another name 'Genetic Transformer Zero'?"

"Well...what did you say!"

The muscles on his face behind the cold mask twitched, and his heart trembled suddenly.

They know who I am?

How long has it been...

Since I climbed out of the narrow Petri dish, I don’t know how long I haven’t heard anyone call him that.

For decades, he has been high above and led the people to work hard to govern, fight in all directions, and build a place to settle down in troubled times, with a grand dream in his heart.

However, today, it is like someone is pulled back from his dream to reality - the petite woman in front of her actually called herself "Genetic Transformer Zero"!

The woman in front of me looks only in her teenage years and is still a girl. Where does it come from?

The fluorescent tentacles danced like flagellas floating in prey on some kind of marine creature.

"What is your Obsidian Hunter Corps' purpose? First, it joined forces with me, but now it betrays me! Say! Why must it be an enemy of me?" The emperor's cold and arrogant voice seemed to have a hint of uncertainty.

"It's ridiculous! Do you think everything is under your control?"

"What do you want to do when you invade my territory without fear?!" The emperor shouted fiercely.

"Your territory? Hahaha, it's so funny. You just picked up some garbage from the ruins. Do you think you can dominate the world with this little thing?"

"Tell you the truth, we have been following you for a long time, a long time ago. Join forces? Haha, you think too much... We have always regarded you as a shepherd dog, look up at the sky! Supreme

The Supreme Lord of God is about to come to this world, and you are just low creatures, we are free-range sheep!"

The petite woman danced with a long sword in one hand, and a sword shadow flashed out, and her disdainful expression was beyond words.

"As long as the shepherd comes back and whistles, you must be obedient and all of them will be rolled back into the fence!"

The petite woman waved her arms to the side, and inserted two long swords to the ground, saying word by word, with a tone of mockery.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense to him, hurry up and get to know him." The old man in the air said lightly.

When the Faceless God of War heard this, he was extremely shocked, and his heart began to roll like a wave!

It turned out that I had been secretly targeted by the Obsidian Hunter Corps.

Yes, I am a chess piece, and they are the ones who really play chess.

In the eyes of the other party, those grand and overbearing businesses that have been painstakingly managed are just jokes that are played with in their hands.

They had been waiting for this moment, waiting to clean up the mess, enjoy the benefits of the fisherman, and for their gods.

He is not afraid that his dream will fail, and success will bring thousands of bones to pieces - success will make him famous, and failure will only start over again.

However, the other party's methods were obviously more clever. He hid in the dark and waited for the opportunity until now, and he jumped out without hesitation to give himself a fatal blow!

Their purpose is not clear, but it is certainly not a good thing.

To them, their dreams seem to be worth mentioning, and they are just laying the groundwork for their dirty interests hidden behind them.

They also know who I am and what I am...

No, they know what the entire human being is. In their eyes, human beings seem to be just a pile of dust, just a low life that is nurtured by consciousness that brings about.

The fifty years of dreams of spring and autumn have woken up, but it is not the fear of being suppressed by a person's dominance. If the eternal days on the battlefield can be reborn from the fire, he only regrets that he does not have a stronger means to fight against everything in the world.

Ridiculous! It's a pity!

He has always tried to cover the sky with just one hand, but he has ended up now. His former arrogance and domineeringness have made vanity and arrogance accompany him.

But what is the Supreme God she said?

He thought of something at this moment, so he looked up at the sky. A huge full moon exuded darkness and horror, and he had never paid attention to this vision, but just focused on the killing and enemies in front of him.

"You guys - so mean!"

The faceless war god's anger erupted in an instant.

He roared angrily, and countless transparent and tiny crystals appeared out of thin air, and huge tornadoes ignited around him, infinite power surged out, and his body directly hit the petite woman.

The waving iron fist not only has terrifying energy, but also contains his violent rage.

"kill!"

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